Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

Moriah swallowed so she could moisten her parched throat, she felt as if her throat was dry as a bone. Moriah stood up from the couch and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" He asked when she held the door handle. She turned to look at him and said stammering. "I - I'm thirsty." She looked away as she felt hot and her face was red as a tomato. She couldn't stand being alone with him. Ethan pressed the intercom, "Bring water up here." Moriah heard a female voice say, "Yes, sir."

CINZIA POV I was thirsty. It had been two days since our capture, and I hadn't had more than a sip of water. I supposed I should count myself fortunate, as the others hadn't even had that chance. As a server passed by, I swiftly snatched a glass, hoping for a reprieve. I downed its contents in a single gulp, only to wince. It wasn't water. My throat burned, and I gasped, scanning the expansive hall for something to ease the pain creeping toward my chest. I had never tasted a glass of wine in all my years, but the it had looked inviting and much more like water.

Her stomach kicked into high gear and she reached to tear off another piece. "This is pretty good," Sophia murmured while she ate. "You must also drink," Eli's powerful voice resounded. "You have lost fluids from being in this cave so replenish yourself." Sophia finished her meal and moved over to the water's edge. She didn't want to drink gross warm water. Timid fingers reached up and moved through the cascading water. She smiled at the cool feel that inched from her palm to her wrist. Sophia cupped her hands, held them out, letting them fill with water and moving it to her lips, relishing the soothing liquid moving down her parched throat. She didn't realize the intensity of her thirst unt

She almost puked at the thought that. Her throat was dry and all she could think of was to quench her thirst. She glanced at the empty bottle in the cage and a flicker of tears dropped from bee eyes. She picked the bottle and moved to the back of fhe cage where the zombies would shield her so that no one would see her. Then she started peeing inside the bottle. When she was done, she drank the pee and almost puked. She held her nose and mouth to prevent her from crying. She sniffed and drank it all because of how thirsty she was. She dropped the empty bottle on lay her head on the cage and cried.

I might not be in enemy hands after all. “I—” My throat felt like someone had scrubbed it raw with sandpaper. “Hang on. I’ll get some water.” I felt the bed rise as she got up. She had been right next to me. “Here.” She didn’t touch me, but I felt the glass near my face. I opened my mouth a tiny bit and was rewarded with the cool flow of the liquid down my throat. I gulped it down greedily. A sigh left my mouth as my throat felt normal again, but the thirst was still there, lusting for a much denser liquid that was my life force.

I want to drink water. Azfarin said in a melancholy voice and raised her face and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Azfarin's face turned yellow, whether he was human or not? Breathing was not taking the name of recovery. The body was completely emaciated. Thorns were biting in the throat. The feeling of intense thirst had increased badly. Due to which it was impossible to take even one step now. "Is it on my soul that they should not reach us and you have to drink water?"

My throat prickled and I reached for his hand before giving it a firm squeeze “yeah , but remember to treat me better alright ?” “you got that “ promised Chris rubbing the pad of his thumb on the back of my hand “that’s a deal . “ then he looked away wiping away the tears that were almost closed to falling , once he was done with it , he cleared his throat “ is there anything I can get you ? Anything that you want ?” Water . I really needed some water , after waking up from a thirteen day coma . I needed lots of water to make up for the dehydration I was going through - my throat was parched like I haven’t had water for days and in all honesty I didn’t really have it either .

The anger within her could not diminish so soon. If Howard had not fled from the scene fast enough, Simon would have seen him. “I…” She coughed the moment she spoke. At that moment, she remembered that her throat was dry and painful. Simon poured her a glass of water. “Drink some water before you talk.” She gulped the big glass of water and felt her throat get much better. Seeing the way she chugged the water made Simon find it hilarious. “Drink it slowly. No one’s going to snatch the drink from you.

Sometimes unknown vampires would line up to have a taste of her blood thus explaining the bite marks on her forearms. As fury claimed her heart, Amethyst uncorked the vial. Despite her trembling hands, she lifted the vial and glugged, braving the perilous task. As she swallowed the ‘water’, she could feel a spicy sensation travelling down her parched throat. It felt as if the water was a mixture of chilli juice! The elf coughed hard when a few drops went into the wrong pipe and the feeling was hell; the feeling was the same as when you're drowning.

She licked her finger. Pharrell was wide awake, but was in agony. His body was sweating profusely. He failed to keep in check as he fisted the sheets. He was having a fit which no one but his grandma, Marah and Philip would know about. He wanted something to quench his thirst, not with water though…with something metallic and red. He was thirsty for blood. "Uurgh!" He groaned frustratingly. The hand around the sheets. He turned and twisted, trying to fight two monsters that threatened to come out, each with its lust. Which one was he going to satisfy?